Vekraihr
Berserkir
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2019
- Location
- Ginnungagap
“Truly,” his response was heartfelt and his own smile could be heard in the way his voice brightened and brimmed with the positive surge of energy. He enjoyed how enraptured she seemed about learning his pleasures and coaxing them forth from him. As she looked upon his twitching cock, it seemed to respond enthusiastically as he gave a slight shiver of delight. Each stroke of his shaft made his breaths deepen and his moans lengthened and beckoned her for more. His hips mildly gyrated as she stroked him, evidence of both his level of activity when amorous as well as how nicely she was making him feel.
Sol surely didn’t mind the shift in her behavior, rather enjoying their mutual discovery within this place which sealed them from the rest of the Universe, if only for a few moments. And, right now, he wanted nothing more than for it to be just the two of them within this space and for nothing to break his thoughts or concentration. His muscles visibly flexed and relaxed beneath his skin with each pull of air, every shift of his hips, and each curl of his toes. Orii was much damper than he’d anticipated she’d be, figuring nerves might have stalled her a little but she seemed as prepared as ever for what he had in store for her.
Each moan punctuated with a firm pulse of his shaft, the rigid tissue feeling nearly as hard as steel beneath the soft flesh around it. Her grip on him, with its pleasurable tightness, accelerated, and his vocal display of delectation followed in kind. Then, her focus seemed to draw elsewhere and the motions stopped and Sol nearly stopped to ask if anything was wrong before he felt what she’d planned for him. Suddenly, her assault on his more sensitive portion caused his hips to jerk upwards again and he ground his teeth a little as he did his best to contain himself from crying out too loudly. However, it wouldn’t be too long he’d needed to endure this as she resumed her previous motions as he infiltrated her tight entrance.
Spurred by the breathy, lovely moans which left her and the call of his name, his finger and thumb continuing in alternate rhythms to each other as her grip on him began to falter. He could feel the need welling within her, the tension before release which made it all too apparent to him what was coming. However, she spoke out against this, sounding timid and demure as his fingers coaxed forth her pinnacle, though her tone conveyed the need just as well. Rather than cave to her demand, Sol redoubled his efforts, his thumb more intensely pressing against that bead of pleasure and creating tighter circles as his finger pumped back and forth gradually faster within her.
He moaned at her continuation, the unpredictable way she was stroking his twitching shaft and he felt his own need for release beginning to build. “No, Orii...I won’t stop...You need to feel it...Once you do, you’ll understand, my love,” Sol spoke firmly and with authority, taking control of her for just this moment in order to bring her enlightenment. Tension was slowly building in his lower body as he felt his seed beginning to build, warming his core as the fluid collected in preparation for release. Quite a long time had passed since his last and their teases the night prior had left him wanting. Also, Oriane held a place of love and affection within him which seemed to amplify the pleasure of her touches.
Every second punctuated by a breath, a moan, or by the lewd sounds which seemed louder in the small space. Golden hues of fire gazed into her, filled with the sureness that what was to come would alter her perspective in a mostly positive way. Together they built towards a crescendo and Sol was determined to get her there. His body trembled with the desire to release, his hips beginning to move just as randomly as her hand seemed to, somewhere between gyration and grinding as he lustily moaned, “Orii!” His core tensed hard as his hips arched towards her hand for a final time and his cock twitched powerfully as the first torrent of his thick, hot seed erupted forth and splashed over both of their skins. Heated, deep moans left his throat as he growled lightly between in order to save himself from calling out more. Several strong gushes followed up, each growing a little weaker in force until the last merely dripped forth from his tip. All the while, his fingers moved in ways that would amplify her pleasure to the point of being nearly unbearable, following the cues her body gave off in order to tell him when best to strike.
Afterwards, when most men would grow soft, Sol remained as rigid and ready as he'd been before. Evidence of either improved stamina on his behalf or perhaps something that was special to him as a Solarian. Either way, Sol laid on the stone bed with the rise and fall of his chest accompanying his labored breaths, an evident smile spread wide across his lips as he looked at her. Simultaneously, satisfaction and a desire for more conveyed by the language of his eyes as his fingers slowly came to rest so they might both bask in the afterglow of their revelry. "Sincerely, that was the quickest I've been brought to climax. I must really like you," his tone was charming and bright, not quite as plagued by his morning grogginess as he'd been moments ago.
Sol surely didn’t mind the shift in her behavior, rather enjoying their mutual discovery within this place which sealed them from the rest of the Universe, if only for a few moments. And, right now, he wanted nothing more than for it to be just the two of them within this space and for nothing to break his thoughts or concentration. His muscles visibly flexed and relaxed beneath his skin with each pull of air, every shift of his hips, and each curl of his toes. Orii was much damper than he’d anticipated she’d be, figuring nerves might have stalled her a little but she seemed as prepared as ever for what he had in store for her.
Each moan punctuated with a firm pulse of his shaft, the rigid tissue feeling nearly as hard as steel beneath the soft flesh around it. Her grip on him, with its pleasurable tightness, accelerated, and his vocal display of delectation followed in kind. Then, her focus seemed to draw elsewhere and the motions stopped and Sol nearly stopped to ask if anything was wrong before he felt what she’d planned for him. Suddenly, her assault on his more sensitive portion caused his hips to jerk upwards again and he ground his teeth a little as he did his best to contain himself from crying out too loudly. However, it wouldn’t be too long he’d needed to endure this as she resumed her previous motions as he infiltrated her tight entrance.
Spurred by the breathy, lovely moans which left her and the call of his name, his finger and thumb continuing in alternate rhythms to each other as her grip on him began to falter. He could feel the need welling within her, the tension before release which made it all too apparent to him what was coming. However, she spoke out against this, sounding timid and demure as his fingers coaxed forth her pinnacle, though her tone conveyed the need just as well. Rather than cave to her demand, Sol redoubled his efforts, his thumb more intensely pressing against that bead of pleasure and creating tighter circles as his finger pumped back and forth gradually faster within her.
He moaned at her continuation, the unpredictable way she was stroking his twitching shaft and he felt his own need for release beginning to build. “No, Orii...I won’t stop...You need to feel it...Once you do, you’ll understand, my love,” Sol spoke firmly and with authority, taking control of her for just this moment in order to bring her enlightenment. Tension was slowly building in his lower body as he felt his seed beginning to build, warming his core as the fluid collected in preparation for release. Quite a long time had passed since his last and their teases the night prior had left him wanting. Also, Oriane held a place of love and affection within him which seemed to amplify the pleasure of her touches.
Every second punctuated by a breath, a moan, or by the lewd sounds which seemed louder in the small space. Golden hues of fire gazed into her, filled with the sureness that what was to come would alter her perspective in a mostly positive way. Together they built towards a crescendo and Sol was determined to get her there. His body trembled with the desire to release, his hips beginning to move just as randomly as her hand seemed to, somewhere between gyration and grinding as he lustily moaned, “Orii!” His core tensed hard as his hips arched towards her hand for a final time and his cock twitched powerfully as the first torrent of his thick, hot seed erupted forth and splashed over both of their skins. Heated, deep moans left his throat as he growled lightly between in order to save himself from calling out more. Several strong gushes followed up, each growing a little weaker in force until the last merely dripped forth from his tip. All the while, his fingers moved in ways that would amplify her pleasure to the point of being nearly unbearable, following the cues her body gave off in order to tell him when best to strike.
Afterwards, when most men would grow soft, Sol remained as rigid and ready as he'd been before. Evidence of either improved stamina on his behalf or perhaps something that was special to him as a Solarian. Either way, Sol laid on the stone bed with the rise and fall of his chest accompanying his labored breaths, an evident smile spread wide across his lips as he looked at her. Simultaneously, satisfaction and a desire for more conveyed by the language of his eyes as his fingers slowly came to rest so they might both bask in the afterglow of their revelry. "Sincerely, that was the quickest I've been brought to climax. I must really like you," his tone was charming and bright, not quite as plagued by his morning grogginess as he'd been moments ago.